Autumn is charm for eyes. I like your farewell beauty. I like nature's magnificent fading, the forests with golden leaves... And I love A.S. Pushkin's poems. Unfortunately, it is impossible to translate it in English. The poems lose all meaning.
People are strange creations. They like temporary things and don't like timeless verities. People hunt after fame and can not see true love and friendship near oneself. We never know the value of water till the well is dry.
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